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You just can't change some things.

I knew that I wasn't supposed to be here, but the bartender didn't care, and neither did I. Looking older and more mature than I was h..

Hah, just something I did for a contest, to see just how simple (albeit powerful) my poetry could get.

Clinking and clanking Iron gears of society Bend us, weld us Make us molds of the greats And substitute our minds For the doctrines o..

I remember that game We played when we were young Carefree and fun Tagging the other with plastic dart guns He’d be the genera..

"She" gets so tiring. Let's call her Jane instead. Who is Jane? Good question. I could try to tell you, but how far can I go before word..

There’s a beast, a monster Lurking all around. He goes and slips into the night In the dark never found. There's bloodshed in his eyes Me..

Kooky khaki colors Strobe-trapped teal All insist on teaming up On how I totally feel Kaleidoscope energy Cherry brown eyes Let me close my br..

I can feel the craving Racing up my skin Compound this stay-for feeling No one's going to win Miss you every second You are not r..

Lying here, I cannot move nor breathe Not wanting to be here But I can’t leave. Tanned white, green, and blue Turned red b..